Chapter 14 014
"I said, why do we need to contact other UN members around us?"
Romain Rolland, slumped in his chair, looked at Christie across from him, who was contacting members, with a puzzled expression.
"Nabokov may be a complete freak, but his combat ability is indeed top-notch, right? Why would he need someone to go and meet him?"
Although Nabokov has been arrested according to the latest news, ... if Vladimir hadn't deliberately let himself be arrested, Romain Rolland would have dared to perform a handstand while drinking tea on the spot.
If this slippery guy were so easy to catch, he would have been shot thousands of times over by Russia.
Besides, even if this guy is captured, he could easily escape with all the weapons he has on him, right?
With that pile of bombs and bullets, Vladimir could probably blow the enemy into the air by snapping his fingers while doing a backflip.
“Well… Nabokov is definitely not a problem in terms of combat ability.” Christie’s expression was also helpless. “But I always feel that he will stumble in some inexplicable way.”
Recalling Nabokov's past achievements, Romain Rolland felt he had no way to refute him.
"Um... so you invited Pu Songling and Cervantes again?"
"No, Pu Songling said that he and Cervantes had already gone to the bookstore in the city center. One of them was reading a novel and the other was researching folk customs. They didn't have time to save that pervert."
"oh……"
So, why did Romain Rolland feel that the key point of this sentence was "that pervert"?
"That's how it is anyway. Even if there are no problems on Nabokov's side, it won't hurt to have some people provide assurances."
Agatha Christie took off her headphones and waved for Vargrave behind her to move the bulky communications station away.
"So I called another group of people to go."
—Let's turn our attention back to Vladimir's underground prison.jpg—
Vladimir kicked A's corpse, which was lying on the ground, with the heel of his boot, somewhat annoyed.
"Is he already dead? I should have gone easy on him earlier."
Vladimir raised his hand and transformed the assault rifle in his hand (his submachine gun was out of bullets) back into his ring, then surveyed his surroundings.
I got carried away playing and was chasing A even after leaving the basement. Now, after running past the exit, he's somewhere in this building.
This building looks like a casino; after wandering around for so long, Vladimir hasn't even seen a single window.
Stomping his foot angrily, Vladimir began to examine the wall next to him.
"Hmm... how about we just blow the wall open? It's only the first or second floor anyway."
As Vladimir took out a plush toy, the image of Jules Verne, the logistics officer, looking at his arms procurement list with throbbing veins suddenly flashed into his mind.
Vladimir silently put the doll back into his bag.
"Never mind, I'll just wander around and eventually get out of here."
He didn't want to spend the next month eating only brown wheat cakes and boiled mutton without salt water.
After spinning around, Vladimir pointed energetically in one direction.
"This is the one I've decided on!"
Half an hour later.
Vladimir pulled out the rag doll once again.
"Why are there so many corners in this crappy place?!"
Vladimir gritted his teeth as he threw the rabbit doll on the ground and ground it with his heel.
"And why doesn't this place even have road signs?!"
The place Vladimir was with was a casino that wasn't open yet because it was daytime; there were no signs inside, and new guests had to be led around by waiters.
And now... the few staff members in the casino had all run away while Vladimir was chasing A with an assault rifle.
In a fit of rage, he stomped on the doll twice more, but finally picked it up with disgust and stuffed it into his bag. Vladimir then began searching for his way again.
Perhaps because Vladimir had almost reached a dead end in the previous two encounters, this time he finally found a way out.
Upon seeing the exit, Vladimir breathed a sigh of relief.
If he can't get out of here soon, he really won't be able to keep this doll.
Sighing as he walked out of the casino, Vladimir saw a strange man blocking the doorway as soon as he stepped out.
It was a guy with a bowl cut who was holding several lemons and doing something at the entrance of the casino.
He was also improperly dressed.
"What is this?"
After glancing again at the strangely dressed man with a bowl cut who was having a great time playing with three lemons and had a basket of lemons at his feet, Vladimir was unsure whether he was a pursuer from some organization called the Port Mafia or just a simple lunatic.
They must be pursuers, right? A normal lunatic wouldn't have the money to buy so many lemons.
But he looks really crazy. Are all the people in that Port Mafia gang like this?
Meanwhile, Motojiro, who was lying in wait, also saw Vladimir coming out of the casino and greeted him cheerfully.
"Hello!"
After thinking for a moment, Vladimir, considering that he was also being treated with the same level of concern as someone with a serious illness, finally decided to give this seemingly crazy guy some attention.
—Being a pervert doesn't give you the right to discriminate against mentally ill people.
Vladimir slightly raised his hand.
"Um... hello"
"Well, speaking of which, you're that... Vladimir Nabokov, right? 'Childhood Lover'!" Holding a lemon and tossing it in his hand, Motojiro adjusted his glasses. "The one who got caught by A!"
“Let me make this clear beforehand, I let him catch me on purpose.” Vladimir sighed, confirming the identity of the lunatic pursuer opposite him. He took out the plush toy he had been kneading for a long time from his bag—“I was originally thinking of seeing if there were any cool guys in the mafia here… Turns out there is one uncle who fits the image of a mafia cannon fodder boss, but I didn’t find a single handsome guy.”
"I remember the information said you were a man?"
The subtext is: So what kind of handsome guy are you looking for?
Vladimir nodded his chin.
"I'm bisexual, by normal standards."
Hey, you actually said it out loud!
Even someone as eccentric as Motojiro Iwai, whose eccentricity is completely different from Vladimir's, can't understand this guy who casually reveals his sexual orientation on the street.
However, Vladimir did not stop after revealing his sexual orientation on the street.
"Well, although I only like young girls when it comes to women, I have a wide range of tastes when it comes to men. I like anyone that most people find attractive."
As he spoke, Vladimir, who was holding a doll in one hand, tugged at his own skirt.
"Of course, men only like it when it's like this."
Why did you have to self-destruct by "deleting" this?! I don't want to hear it at all!
—Why do I inexplicably feel that this guy and the leader (Mori Ōgai) are a good match?
Kijiro Iwai didn't want to talk and threw a lemon at Vladimir.
Vladimir frowned as he watched the lemon being thrown at him, then pulled out his handkerchief.
I have a feeling it's not a good thing.
The lemon exploded in the next instant.
"A superhuman who can turn lemons into bombs?"
Vladimir, who had just raised his riot shield (which had been modified to have a gripping function, making it easy for a young girl like Vladimir to lift), was completely unharmed by the bomb. However, he remembered the basket of lemons next to the pot-headed man he had just seen.
"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this quantity a bit worrying...?"
Peering cautiously from behind the riot shield, Vladimir glanced at Motojiro Iwai on the other side.
Then he saw a figure wielding a shovel and scattering lemons in his direction.
"This number is really bad! Be gentle with the lady, you bowl-cut guy!"
"What kind of lady are you, the guy who self-destructed in the street?!"
Motojiro Iwai shouted it out directly.
"What does my self-disclosure of 'data deletion' have to do with whether I'm a lady or not!"
Vladimir, on the other hand, retorted quite confidently (shamelessly).
Motojiro Yui, who believed he hadn't done anything wrong except for pursuing death and throwing lemon bombs, didn't want to talk to this scumbag and simply picked up the lemon basket and charged over.
"Whoa! Are you out of your mind?!" Startled by Kijiro's heroic act, Vladimir threw the doll without thinking—"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The next moment, a violent explosion engulfed the entire block.
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